Ross and Russell continued working on the cabinet, each movement deliberate and precise.
Ross handled the wood and tools with an ease that made it seem effortless, every joint, hinge, and panel fitting together perfectly under his skilled hands.
Russell, on the other hand, struggled to keep pace, sweat beading on his forehead as he tried to match the rhythm.
The difference in their skill was obvious, and yet Ross did not finish quickly.
He moved with a controlled slowness, deliberately prolonging the task, giving himself more time to observe, to linger near Alexa, and to subtly assert his presence in the household.
Thirty minutes into the work, Carrie entered carrying bowls of freshly cut fruit.
Mangoes glistened with sweet juice, and a smooth avocado blend added a creamy contrast.
The scents filled the room, drawing smiles from everyone.
